Existing In BFE

This is Mark attempting to ingratiate himself with Maddie.  Sadly, Maddie is a one person dog and follows holly with a devotion I've seldom seen.  Oh sure, she'll stick around for a cuddle and some stroking, but she never stays away from Holly for too long.  See, all's well now. That's not to say Maddie doesn't like Mark, no, she loves him dearly, but like many creatures, tends to be with the one who is always around and for now, that's Holly.  A fox outside Mark and Holly's porch in Aledo.  There is a family of foxes nearby that live in the hollow of a tree. The Inimitable Ms. Maddie They have a friendly chipmunk who visits a golfer on their front portico every day. Do dogs dream?  I think so. 

Mrs. BFE is quite a good photographer, savant-like, actually. Here are some pics I discovered she had taken on one our trips to the beach.  The colors of sunsets here are phenomenal and on any given dusk you will find many people with camera in hand.  Quite nice, don't you think?

VIDS FOUND ON THE WEB.

Once again we bring you St. Pete's criminal element too stupid to get away with whatever they were doing. Drugs, battery/assault and intoxication seem to be the prevalent offenses. These pictures are posted in the St. Petersburg Times and I provide this for your amusement and security. Ouch! Eeewww. Bummer, man. Ow ow ow ow.   Whew whew, owie. Ooooh. Headache. Anyone speak sign, here? Damn. He sucker punched me. A for Aryan.                                                                   I wanna go home.                      ...

They sell bottles of soda with actual sugar in them down here now.  Brendan was sucking on this Dr. Pepper but he said he didn't care for it. They give licenses to any one who has the money.  Saw this guy in a creek on the way to brendan's. This wild thing was spotted at the Wagon Wheel flea market. This is an ancient microwave stuck in a corner at a second hand store. Norah G enjoying life, and grampa. Mackenzie and Brendan with the folks.  This is a video I found on YouTube. I came across this video of a group of people who saved a whale. It happened last Valentine's Day and, yes, they are a bunch of whale-huggers, and the red speedo is atrocious. But, imagine the thrill they got, and I must confess, thought it was pretty gosh darn cool.

Just around the bend from where I am, and certainly a short walk away, over the chain link fence is Clam Bayou. From here you can head out to the gulf, and this is actually a park area. There has been and continues to be a lot of restoration and work going on here. Of interest tonight was the pack of feral dogs that were romping about this little isle. They barked a bit at us, then moved on, actually going around a few times till they stop to rest. This guy had pretty interesting markings.  Not too many domesticated dogs have this look.   Sunset over the bayou.  I'm making it a point to do further exploring, and will detail my findings later. This looks a great deal like an abandoned Bald Eagle nest, or perhaps a hawk.  If you click to enlarge you will see a bunch of crows have taken over. A volunteer group did some new plantings earlier this spring. These signs are posted all around Shawshank. Finally at rest. Can't take credit for this ...

I no longer have a residence at Brandywine. In my snowbird phase I have a place down here and up North.  Down here it is now West Shore Village, affectionately known as Shawshank within the family. It is a gated condo community which is good and bad. Supposedly the gate keeps the riff-raff out, but since it lets me in how good can it be? If in your vehicle you get a clicker that opens the gate but pedestrians and bikers are not allowed to go through the car entrance. Uh, OK. Other rules state that no pets over 30 lbs., and one must keep their garage doors closed. The good things: I can now grill and picked up a small Weber grill last week. It's also cheaper than Brandywine, and Ceridian is right next door. It appears to be a mixed bag of residents: young, older, some kids, too quiet but with a great large pool right in our back yard. Officially the address is: 3255 39th Street S, Unit B, St. Petersburg, FL 33711. The benign sign out front that doesn't have wor...